hüsnü senlendirici - Istanbul | Текст песни

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Since İstanbul has been \"İstanbul\";
hasnt seen such agony.
Dying of love, no trace of pride left in me.

How bitter, bitter it is so self-defeating man. No cure for betrayal yet, heart is a huge black hole.

Nothing to do, heart it is, lost.
New skin, new amusement also; I know.

Need a southern wind, a paddle, a boat,
few bottles of ruby wine stashed;
red sky, red land.
I curse at what came to past,
so what it's a disgrace! morning star, leftover of the night, falls over me.

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